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Making Gemma proud…

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Making Gemma proud…

            “Gemma!” I shouted, looking around for her “Gemma, look I can do it! I’m going really fast!” I couldn’t see her but I knew that if she was watching she’d be proud of me. Even though a few minutes earlier she’d been telling me that being good at sand boarding isn’t about going fast, it’s about having control of the board. I knew she was wrong, and I think deep down so did she. And now I was proving it by going really fast… I probably looked a bit like James Bond. Read the rest of this entry

Beautiful Bolivia (and why we’re sad we have to leave)

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Beautiful Bolivia (and why we’re sad we have to leave)

Leaving Bolivia would have made us both very sad if it wasn’t for the route we were going to take… The Uyuni salt flats tour. We were excited about the tour because it looked beautiful and diverse. But then that pretty much sums up Bolivia. In the two weeks we spent in the country we visited the highest navigable lake in the world, the Amazon rainforest, a capital city high up in an Andean mountain, cowboy country and a desert. ‘Diverse’ doesn’t do it justice.

And Bolivia’s hasn’t only stood out to us for its landscapes, it’s a land full of beautiful contradictions and obscurities that leave you baffled… but smiling. The people for starters are some of the most positive and optimistic people I’ve ever met. It’s well known around South America, and indeed the world, that Bolivia is by no means a rich country. In fact it’s the poorest country in the whole of the continent. But you’d never guess it to meet the locals.  Read the rest of this entry

Jurassic hangover

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Jurassic hangover

In Peru we made friends with a lovely couple who had just travelled through Bolivia. In that worldly way travellers tend to do we drank an awful lot and discussed the world, set it to rights, swapped tips and had a pretty drunken high opinion of ourselves. What’s wrong with that? Exactly, nothing.

It’s because of that night that we’re now in Sucre, a white washed town in the middle of Bolivia. It’s pretty, full of typical Bolivian markets and there are Joyerias (Jewellers) everywhere. Sucre is also the home to the geekiest stop on our tour – Jurassic Park. Read the rest of this entry

Top 10 BAD ways to propose whilst travelling

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Top 10 BAD ways to propose whilst travelling

As those of you who read our last blog will know, Gemma and I recently got engaged. I proposed to her next to a lake in the Amazon jungle at sunset in Spanish, and I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty proud of that story…

But before we went travelling I asked my recently married mate Luke if he had any suggestions for how I should propose. He replied “just don’t do what I did”. Luke proposed to his now wife in Tasmania, naked, straight after he got out of the shower. He’d taken her for several romantic meals in Tasmania before that but kept wussing out. None of us knew quite why he’d proposed in this way, it seemed stupid. But he’s a lucky man and despite his failings, she still said yes.  Read the rest of this entry

Getting lost in Copacabana

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Getting lost in Copacabana

For those of you who’ve been to Copacabana, the title of this post will be unbelievable. It’s a tiny town set beside Lake Titicaca that’s filled with restaurants and busses. It’s quaint.

But somehow we managed to get lost… or rather we managed to lose a restaurant. Read the rest of this entry

Leaving Peru in style

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Leaving Peru in style

When the time came to leave Peru I was sad. I’d experienced a friendly and interesting culture, learnt a lot about nature and the Peruvian way of life and seen some of the best scenery I’ve ever come across. Peru is mountainous, tasty, hard work and relaxing all at the same time, and quite frankly we didn’t want to leave.

If we had to go though (which we did) we wanted to soak up the last of our time there by doing something quintessentially Peruvian. The only problem was that we didn’t know what that was. Gemma wasn’t keen on my suggestion to wear ponchos and become llama shepherds, although admittedly I was suggesting it more as a life choice than a last goodbye to Peru. So what to do… Read the rest of this entry

The tragic demise of my intelligence

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The tragic demise of my intelligence

The world is full of bearded, wise men. God they’ve seen some stuff. I mean really. Stuff. You wouldn’t understand.

Sometimes I have a beard. It’s at these times I’m at my wisest. Normally after a trek, after three days of travelling or after those times when I’ve been really lazy… sorry, I mean contemplating the world.

The point I’m making is this – with knowledge comes hair.

Unfortunately, Gemma tells me with hair comes responsibility; the responsibility to lather up your face, the responsibility to shave, and the responsibility to moisturise to name but a few. I’ve come up with so many excuses not to shave – all my razors are blunt, the hostel doesn’t have hot water, my face is cold – and nothing seems to deter her from wanting me to shave my intelligence off. Read the rest of this entry